The Devlining: Part Eleventy-Six

In which Burke Devlin does what he does best, whatever that is.

Point of No Return

In which Dark Shadows escapes cancellation. Somehow.

In which Burke Devlin sucks.

In which the clam chowder's stale and the coffee's lousy.

In which it's all a facade, my dear boy.

In which Dark Shadows has only so much time to figure out what to do next, so why not do some incel stuff?

In which ordinary soap opera things start happening and I don't think I can handle the shock.

In which the suppository can no longer be hid.

In which the suppository surfaces at last.

In which Vicky plays third wheel to embittered same-sex exes. Get used to it.